With desire I reap my heart,
Mended, broken, all apart.
The women, sires of the lake.
My soul and body theirs to take.
Dream of me, slumber be,
With mind, open, oh so free.
Harness all the wills and wants.
With all the worlds flaws.
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This poem has some classical traits but is melded with more contemporary style. It travels from the romantic, to the mythical to the modern world. A vast trip
Ty. Kept it short and quick. Lol
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The poem “Will of the Sires” explores themes of desire, longing, and the complexity of human emotions. It delves into the connection between the speaker and the “sires of the lake,” suggesting a deep, possibly mystical relationship with women who embody both nurturing and consuming qualities.
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